Tuesday, January 17, 2012

HEARTBEATS

Standing near the meridians
of seasons
my heartbeats remind
me of the beauty of words
ahead of one silence which
traumatizes and haunts
souls on subterfuge..  
From the mirror views
of reflections even I looked upon
once to grace a silence
but now I need to look below
to see its  pale shadow
in worthless pavements
glorifying  its own silent fears…
Strange but it is true
how classic themes  grow
in rampant time frequencies
and how a silence haunts
hearts innocently….
Standing near the meridians
of seasons my heartbeats
remind me of the beauty
of words which swap not heartbeats
like  a subdued pretense..…




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